We're just a box of giddy souvenirs, waiting for the big reveal with bated breath.
We run our fingers through the nothings, to create patterns with our fickle souls.
We're impulsive.
We're all the kisses put together; lips glued, heart-beat triple and the chance of love kept safely at the climax.

When you hold my hand, I urge you to grasp my whole. Take me, surely you can take me.
Remix me to fit your jigsaw puzzles.
Smell the urgency with which I look into you.
Blare the silences, keep your fears mellow.

We're new, old, everything and nothing.
Crash into me. I'm waiting.